#onepokerhen

"Sooooo," Daxter draws out the word for a solid ten seconds and pokes at Jak's face repeatedly, "what happened? Spill spill spill spill -" "Dax - stop," Jak grabs his wrists with one hand, "it's - you know, private -" He gets attacked with the end of a tail instead. "Daxter." "Aww, c'mon, just a little hint," the ottsel whines, "I wanna knowwww!" Jak's now holding his tail with one hand and his wrists with another, and through his blush, Tess can see a wobbly little smile. She huffs a little laugh. "Pumpkin, maybe they wanna keep the details to themselves." The questions push at her tongue, too, though she only allows one through: "So did he end up cooking for ya?"